The Crunch beneath peoples boots was heard with pink stiff ears. We walk closely to eachother to not loose warmth, the dark skys and the whittness of the snow collide making a twilight surrounding. The sharpness of cold beats against our unprepared bodies, hands are hidden in pockets with faces facing downward not to feel the harsh wind. Blind eyes in night are begging. Trees are crowded, the trail is visible still waves of snow. Cradling our bodies to not be blown off into the air we gather in a bunch.
Snapshot Moment II
The Crunch beneath peoples boots was heard with pink stiff ears. We walk closely to eachother to not loose warmth, the dark skys and the whittness of the snow collide making a twilight surrounding. The sharpness of cold beats against our unprepared bodies, hands are hidden in pockets with faces facing downward not to feel the harsh wind. Blind eyes in night are begging. Trees are crowded, the trail is visible still waves of snow. Cradling our bodies to not be blown off into the air we gather in a bunch.
We Explore the Coldness.